It has been a solid six months or so since I travelled from Colorado to Sacramento with my pops and grandpops. They had been driving all the way from Maine and requested that I be air lifted in halfway through their journey to assist them. Unfortunately my elders failed to realize I cannot operate a stick shift, so I did little more than take pictures and force them to pull over at strange restaurants and skateparks. My only positive contribution to the trip was keeping my dad company after 7pm, which has always been my grandpa's bedtime.
The severed head of Abraham Lincoln staring out over the highway.
Ken Calderwood himself, chowing down on a dollar ice cream cone.
Pure desolation in Utah.
Pure crack mayne, pure unfiltered crack!
This is how the people of Elko Nevada trim their lawns.
It's all about the scenery children.
